My tooth is stabilized.  Temporarily.  It's pretty much a clean line at the gums, but now there's strong crown glue holding the broken tooth and crown to what remains.  I still will try to avoid chewing, as much as possible (and the wind, as suggested by the dentist).  Last night, while watching Narnia, my tooth fell out.  I wasn't eating, just playing with its looseness a little.  Amber's tooth resinheld it in place last night, but I could only get it to stick up haphazardly, and it was loose this morning.  I don't know why it affected me so much, but I was in tears this morning, and could hardly smile a "hello" to co-workers.  Maybe it's cause I've internalized the stress, and now have pimples and just want everything to be OK without going through the work?  I'm so blessed that the dentist was willing to see me today, and that a co-worker covered for me to leave for it an hour earlier than lunch.

I've realized that I have little faith.  Callers said what they believed on the radio this morning, and they ranged from "that I'll have a good birthday today" to "God will heal Suzie."  It immediately struck me that I hope for those things, but I don't believe that they will happen- I don't want to get my hopes up (to get crushed).  Logically, I know that nothing is accomplished if it's not tried in the first place, but that doesn't always help.  There are some things that are easy for me to start, but most things are hard for me to continue, but especially to complete.  It's very hard for me to end things.  Now if it's dessert... haha.  But when it comes to more important things, like things that take commitment (sorry, I really can't come up with an example at the moment) I really need to be pushed sometimes or I might not do anything and just try to slide by.

I've got work to do, so I hope you all have a wonderful weekend, with a mix of relaxation and excitement!